July 2012
31 posts
Random Shots – Photography by Brentley →
Jim Nisbet translates LES FLEURS DU MAL by... →
Breasts Like Death-Sacks by Jessica Bates →
The clock said 5:32 p.m. It was Thursday, and I sat in a chair with my legs up in another chair, and my book was open in my lap, and I was writing. The doors to the gallery were propped open, and the sky was turning from blue/white to pink/yellow/red as the sun got closer to sleeping. The sky was a color that only Miami knows. Electronic music bounced off the walls in the background even though I...
